Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

Chen Yuan was sent to cremation by Chen Ming.

That was also the first time I knew that there was a crematorium in the shelter.

Perhaps it was because it was usually ethereal. When we came, it was raining again, and the atmosphere in the entire crematorium was foggy.

Chen Yuan is dead, except for us, only the short man is left.

The relationship between people is really interesting. It's just a difference in thinking. The person who wanted my life the day before stood side by side with me to attend the funeral.

When Chen Yuan was pushed into the stove, the short man cried.

He was a little dark, his face looked dirty, and he kept wiping tears.

Chen Ming stood in the front, and I could only see his profile.

I couldn't stand the depressive atmosphere here, so I turned around and walked out.

The courtyard of the crematorium is deserted, and you know that there shouldn't be people coming here for a year or a half.

After all, it's not like before, people are everywhere, and birth, old age, sickness and death are all normal things.

Now the total number of people has decreased so much. Although death is still so normal, few people take care of the aftermaths after death. Most of them, after his own death, the whole family will be completely extinct.

There were a lot of weeds in the yard, and while I was in a daze, I trampled all of them to the ground.

As I walked, I saw a dilapidated little house in the depths of the weeds ahead.

There should be other houses around the house, but they have been demolished or collapsed, leaving only one.

I wanted to stop and stop moving forward, but the dark room seemed to be attractive, calling me to come closer.

To be honest, for a place like this now, I am not so much worried about the dangers inside, as I am disgusted with everything that makes me feel desolate.

What people fear most in the world is their old mentality.

There was a black lacquered wooden door concealed, and a bad smell came out from the house.

Unscrewing my brows, I didn't want to touch the door. After kicking it open with my foot, I bent over and walked in.

The room was dim and dark, and the ground was still brick. Many weeds grew from the cracks in the bricks, which made the whole room look awkward. There was a large wooden table on which was piled up many old clothes and bags. Old plastic bags, a black mosquito net is covering the bed.

I swept the room quickly, but I didn't find out where the room attracted me. When I was about to leave, a low moan suddenly came from the bed.

The sudden appearance of the sound made me startled, and I turned to look at the bed.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be some subtle sounds inside, like the kind of movement that someone wanted to speak but couldn't say.

After hesitating for a second, I walked over.

The body was far away, and I listened to it for a while to make sure that it was not a walking corpse. Then I stretched out my hand and quickly tore off the dirty and greasy mosquito net, and looked over to the bed... When the dirty old man... he gave a **** in his heart, and then the bitterness spread.

It's Chen Yuan's father.

The once-fascinating person in charge of the research institute lives in a comfortable big house. The chief in the research institute wears a white coat for many years and looks agile.

In any case, I never thought that one day he would lie in such a mess in such a dirty place.

What was even more unexpected was that he would actually lie in this place by such a coincidence.

But when I glanced at the house, I quickly understood that he was hiding in this place, indeed, it was a little safer than the underground place where Chen Yuandai was, and he was hidden in the city. This should be arranged by Chen Yuan.

The old man looked very painful. His eyes were half-open and had lost their focus. They were blindly open. Occasionally, there was a painful faint sound from his throat, accompanied by his body twitching.

I know that this old man may have run out of time.

The bed was stinky, he probably couldn't get out of bed by himself for several days, and he had incontinence on the bed.

I turned my head and poured some cold water in the thermos to give him a drink, but he couldn't swallow it.

I was afraid that it would choke him, so I dared not feed him again.

But at this moment, his completely out of focus eyes suddenly turned to me, with a little luster.

After staring at me for a long time, he opened his mouth and made two difficult sounds: "Fate...Fate..."

His daughter's name.

My throat is sore, I still try to keep my voice normal: "Did you look for Chen Yuan?"

He froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

I said: "She is busy with some things and wants me to see you."

Hearing this, a hint of excitement suddenly appeared on the old man's face: "Chen...Chen Ming...help...her."

He should have recognized me as Chen Ming's wife. According to what I said, if Chen Yuan asked me to see him, it would prove that we knew these things, so he felt that Chen Ming had agreed to help Chen Yuan.

"En." I nodded: "Don't worry about her."

"Okay...Okay..." A slight smile appeared on his old, lifeless face, as if he was happy because his daughter had found the last chance to live in this world.

After finishing these two words, he turned his face to sleep and slept upright, and after a few minutes he slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know if he is asleep and dare not go up and try his snort.

Just stared at his chest from my perspective, and didn't float again for five minutes.

Stepping forward to cover him with a quilt, I turned my head and left the house.

Close the door tightly before leaving.

With his back facing the lonely run-down house, his heart is even more heavy.

Perhaps this is a good thing, at least the father and daughter, who depended on each other, left in the same place.

I want to cry, but I feel that tears are vulgar and unworthy of falling here.

I don't know what Chen Yuan was like before he died. Maybe Lin Wei was right. If I understand, I know that she chose to die as a relief to herself.

Before she died, how desperate she should be, even the old father, who could no longer take care of herself, couldn't take care of the urine and bowels she had thrown in this place.

A misty light rain began to float in the sky, and I raised my head slightly.

The cold rain fell on his face.

Finally it rained.

I stood motionless, opened my eyes and raised my face.

Let's go, let's go, wash away these **** traces and memories, destroy all this, wash away all this.

The sky was gloomy, and there was thunderous thunder in the distance.

It's like the eager heart I'm hiding.

After returning home, Chen Ming didn't say a word for the whole day, sitting on the roof of the building with the rain and no one ignored him.

I stood in the stairwell and looked at him. Chen Ming is not actually that kind of strong man. Although his strength is amazing, his bones are really not that wide.

Even a little thin.

Tall, but too thin.

Chen Ming didn't seem to get fat.

But also, he was always suffering from different injuries, how could he gain weight.

Key and his son climbed up from downstairs by themselves. My parents didn't notice when they were downstairs. I was shocked when I saw their dangling appearance.

Hugging them to your side and beckoning them not to quarrel.

The key was dazed, looking at Dad who was sitting in the rain, raised his head and pointed his little finger at Chen Ming and asked me: "Dad...Dad is in the rain, Dad is cold."

I looked at Chen Ming and said to the key: "Dad is thinking about things, baby don't bother him."

The key didn't understand why Dad thought things were going to be raining. After watching Chen Ming for a while, he looked up at me: "Mom."

"En?" I looked down at her.

"Give dad an umbrella, dad is cold."

I patted her little head: "It's okay, Dad is not afraid of the cold today."

Key is obviously dissatisfied with my answer, perhaps because I feel that I don't care about her baby father too much.

She ignored me and walked towards Chen Ming on her own.

But she still remembered what I said don’t bother her father, so when she walked to Chen Ming’s side, she saw that Chen Ming didn’t turn around and picked her up as usual. She looked back at me suspiciously, and I waved her hand to her without paying attention In a soft tone, he asked Chen Ming in a low voice: "Dad... are you cold?"

Chen Ming turned his face slowly, his face covered with rain.

Upon seeing the key, he stepped forward to Chen Ming, rubbed his feet with his little hands, and carefully wiped the rain off Chen Ming's face with his hands. He still asked quietly, "Dad, are you crying?"

Chen Ming hugged her: "Dad didn't cry."

Chen Ming's response made Key very happy, she missed Chen Ming too much.

Grinning smugly, he hugged Chen Ming's neck and asked: "Dad, we went back to the house, it was raining outside."

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